A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

Me
Can't you see
The pain in my eyes?
But this is me
And my life.
If you hold me close
Y

Friendz Are Be Like

Opposites

I say yes and you say no

I say bye and you say hello

Butterfly'

Loneliness And Care With You

I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect

My pain with relations has reached it

tumhen har dafe manana

कसम से मेरे अंदर कुछ तो कमाल कर गया बह�

What Lies

 

You told me you loved me,

but your eyes were empty.

You told me yo

DESH BHAKRI

Behti jahan gyaan ki dhara,

Vo bharat hume jaan se pyara,

Sita ram ki dhara hai j

Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha ?

Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha,

na qareeb aaye, na fasla rakha.

In Good Time...

Life can seem an endless maze,

The twists and turns, lulls and delays,

But things

One Night On The Net

One night on the Net I was looking around
I found a chat room with people abound